Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Got the go ahead from Coombes to sell shit at Country Fair. Most presumably, I'm going to sell the comic itself for about 15-20 dollars, and 3 different mini posters which will be the more epic, double page spreads from the comic for 5-10 dollars each.

On a related note, if Genvin reads this, "Shove It up your HAHS" shirts?
Everything's pretty much set, 'cept for the money and whatnot.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

I realised what an awesome character Waldo/Wally is. A guy who can walk into a crowd and basically vanish, leaving those who are in search of him hard pressed - I would totally want to be able to do that.
In addition to that, if you want to take into account the animated series, he has a wizard friend who lent him a magical walking stick so he could explore a vast array of dimensions AT WILL - this guy should be a superhero ranked amongst Batman and whatnot.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I turned on the stove to 3/4 heat, and ran up to check blogs/tumblrs etc. quickly because I'm a dick and I load them all every 5 minutes.

So I come back down and my dad's filddling with the nobs (lololol) and I'm like "What the fuck are you doing?", and he's like:

"THE STOVE'S HOT".

You could probably guess my reaction, but here it is anyway: "It's a stove, it's meant to be hot. The heat induces the cooking process because it's a stove." - said whilst trying to contain every bit of rage in my politically correctness-ness-esque-ness.

Then at the dinner table, my mum inspects what I've cooked and she's like "Did you cook this?" And I'm like "Yeah", and she's like "IS IT RAW?", AND I'M LIKE, "HOW CAN YOU COOK IT AND HAVE IT COOKED AND BE RAW AT THE SAME TIME. DON'T QUESTION MY ABILITIES YOU."

Anyway, today The Gip was contemplating somewhere to stick a Eco poster and Daria's like "Why don't you stick it on the roof?". Then there was silence. And then I blurted out "You mean the ceiling. The roof is on top of the building and the ceiling is what's on top of the walls." And then Gippel makes some scoffing noise but I'm still not sure who it was directed at.

"Things that don't exist in real life but exist in my head because I want them then some multi billion dollar company will telepathically steal my idea and make millions."

A laser pointer which projected the image of a computer mouse cursor.
Would that not be awesome? For shits and giggles, there should be a button on it which switched it to the 'finger selecting' cursor and possibly the 'loading hourglass'.

Also I just though of stickers which had the 'Like' button from Facebook on them.
Though I hate Facebook, the idea would be to stick them on stuff. Because they're stickers.

Large Googly Eyes.
By large, I mean larger than those pissy small ones for craft and stuff.
If I ever became some sort of vigilante artist like Banksy, instead of spray painting stuff, I'd run around the city at night and stick a pair of eyes onto inanimate objects to make the entire city look like a stupid kids show.

"This story is about a young African American boy named AJ McCater, who is struggling with the horrible stories his grandmother has been telling him about "The White Man". She consistently tells him that the "white man" is the cause of all struggles in life, because white people had stolen people's land for years. Since AJ's father has left him and his mother, the young boy and his mother have to move in with Grandma Eddie Mae, who lives in a bad neighborhood. The boy becomes distraught seeing that he has no last name, no house, no father, and is in a bad neighborhood with his grandmother and mother. The plot thickens when his mother gets pregnant and moves her white boyfriend in the home. The boyfriend wants to marry the mother, and this brings joy to the African American boy, who now sees he will have a last name, a house, a father, and a new baby sister. Unfortunately, his new dad is shot in a drive-by, and needs a heart transplant. Will he get it? If so, from whom? The donor will shock you. You'll have to read the book to find out!"

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A French prisoner killed his cellmate then sliced open his chest to remove and eat his heart, a court has heard.
However, the man removed the wrong organ, and ate his lung by mistake.

Nicolas Cocaign, 39, appeared in court in the northern city of Rouen for allegedly killing Thierry Baudry in January 2007 by punching and kicking him, stabbing him with a pair of scissors and suffocating him with a rubbish bag.

Mr Cocaign then allegedly sliced open Baudry's chest with a razor blade, removed a rib and pulled out an organ which he believed was the man's heart, but which in fact was a lung.

He is accused of eating part of the lung raw and then frying the rest of it with some onions on a makeshift cooker in the cell in the Rouen prison.

"I wanted to take his soul," Mr Cocaign, who at the time of the crime was in custody awaiting trial for attempted armed robbery, allegedly told an investigating judge probing the case.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Don't you hate people that sit next to you in senior science and constantly direct Japanese phrases at you despite them not being Japanese or even doing Japanese as a language subject, but getting all the phrases from Naruto? And then when they hit you for accusing them of being addicted to games and uses counters the accusation with accusing you of being in possession of that addiction when you actually aren't?

Except for maybe soon, if Saarto manages to compile a list of classic multi-player games from the 90s [so that Rod's comp can run them I think...] so we can LAN this shit up and tear shit down.

Seriously, 90s was the DECADE of gaming. Back when you didn't have to care about 'factors of reality' and all that shit - when the most important and possibly most skilful thing a gamer could do was time his jump to land on the next platform - THAT WAS THE SHIT, ACTUALLY BEING SERIOUS AS DICKS IN A CAN.